Embracing Hope (Cowboys of Sagebrush Rose #5)

Chapter Fourteen

Every cell in Hope's body blazed with need.

She’d heard his words but she didn’t care. After all, Daddy wanted her to find herself a husband and that was what she wanted to do. Today, seeing how Isaac came to Billy’s rescue and witnessing his need to protect her, she started to realize her feelings for Isaac ran a lot deeper than sex. She was afraid no one would compare to him, so why not make him hers?

Isaac’s tension bubbled to the surface. His tight jaw looked clenched enough to bite a nail in half. If only she knew what he was thinking. Did he have feelings for her too? Could he get past all his doubts?

She’d planned every detail of this seduction while she’d been in the shower. She could feel his control unraveling and she brought the scissors to urge the process along.

He chose to stay here with her so he should have known the fire he was playing with.

“Isaac?”

“Hmm?”

“Let’s talk.”

He rolled over, and his gaze burrowed into her from the space between them. His irises were two branding irons that scorched her skin without touching her. Sometimes, a person did not need to say one word because their eyes were windows into the soul. She could see the internal conflict rolling through him like an out-of-control forest fire.

She shouldn’t be so focused on him when she had so many other things on her plate. Daddy’s cancer, the book coming out, and now someone was wreaking havoc at the ranch. All the while Isaac wreaked havoc on her body and she had to capture herself a husband.

And that would be Isaac.

He stared at her, his jaw clicking like it had its own heartbeat.

“Are you okay?” she asked, biting back a laugh.

“Like I just landed on the moon.” His groan rattled her inner thighs.

“Do you want to remove your clothes and get comfortable?” she challenged.

The cords of his neck looked like they were about to snap. “I should stay dressed.”

“Suit yourself.”

“That won’t be happening.”

Hearing the strain in his voice didn’t discourage her path. She knew what she wanted. She just needed him to want her back.

A storm brewed between them, dangerous and dark, but storms brought rainbows.

“Oh, I think it could.”

With a deep growl, he rolled over, his back to her.

She took this as the ultimate challenge, and in typical Hope fashion, she’d never backed down from one.

She snuggled closer to his back, molding her body to his larger one. She thrust her fingers into the longer ends of his silky hair.

“Hope…”

“Isaac.”

He swiftly turned to face her again, snaked his arm around her waist, and dragged her against the hard lines of his body. She felt his erection against her belly which caused an avalanche of yearning.

“You’re a naughty witch.”

“Thank you.” She smiled.

The smile was wiped away when he slammed his mouth to hers and pressed her back into the bed.

This was what she’d wanted—what she’d craved. Here it was, all for the taking, but instead of taking control, she allowed him to take the lead.

His tongue plundered her, his hard mouth conquered hers.

She’d never wanted anyone like she wanted him. This revelation should have scared her, but instead, it exhilarated her.

She opened her thighs wide, cradling him against the apex of her thighs. His hard body pressed her against the soft sheets, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him close.

Here, with him, was different than anything she’d experienced. He’d played hard to get, and yet she could feel, sense, how much he wanted her. She had always wanted to be cherished and appreciated. Have someone who didn’t just want her because of her looks or because she was a Rose. Together they could be a great team.

He shifted just enough to give his hand free passage down her body, skimming the deep valley between her breasts, over her flat tummy, and to her inner thighs.

Tearing his mouth from hers, he looked down at her, his eyes ablaze in the golden light of the lamp. “You’re so wet.”

“For you,” she whimpered, dragging him down for another lingering kiss.

Again, he pulled his mouth up. “I don’t think I have it in me to resist you any longer.”

“Then don’t. Just follow your instincts.” She scraped her nails down his shoulders.

He let out a feral groan that made her quiver. He cupped her pussy, caressing his callused finger over her clit, and she cried out, digging her nails deeper into his skin.

His lips were on her breasts, then her stomach, thrusting his tongue in and out of her belly button. She arched into him, burning alive from the sweltering need erupting in her core.

He shimmied lower, his face now buried between her legs and his mouth clamped her most sensitive part. She cupped his hand, tugging at his thick hair and raising his face. His finger sunk into her wet passage and he thrust deep, so deep. It felt so good. His finger moved in and out easily through her damp folds. Her insides spasmed as the climax grew to new heights. She tugged at the roots of his hair, guiding him, coaxing him to continue what he was doing . He understood her silent message, and he continued to deliver the pain and pleasure until her body reached the tip of the mountain.

“Isaac!” His name ripped from her lips as she lifted her hips higher, grinding her pussy against his face.

He continued to move his tongue over the seam of her pussy, creating a seductive path through the delicate slick folds, then went back to lavish her clit with the attention that drove her swiftly toward a second orgasm.

*****

He tasted her release, and it nearly drove him over the edge.

Isaac wasn’t ready to stop what he was doing. He enjoyed feeling her body undulate underneath his mouth.

He sunk two fingers inside her, loving that her body rocked against his hand in silent urgency. He journeyed his gaze up her body, reveling in her expression of complete abandon. With the tip of his tongue, he strummed her swollen clit, rolling side to side, up and down. He took on a fast pace, then slowed, repeating the speed until he felt her spasm around his digits the fourth and even a fifth time.

“I need you now!” her demand echoed through the bedroom and into his fuzzy mind.

Her body quivered from release, and it made him harder, if possible.

His cock strained against the teeth of his fly, and if he didn’t rid himself of his jeans soon, he’d have an imprint.

He pushed off the bed and in record time, he removed his clothing. She watched him, her eyes widening and her pupils flared. His cock slammed against his stomach.

Isaac hovered on top of her, kissing her, plundering inside her mouth. She tasted like sweet strawberries ripe from the vine. That, mixed with her scent lingering on his lips, made him as high as a rocket heading to the moon.

Forcing his hips between her thighs, he spread her to accommodate his size. He reached down and slid his fingers over her seam and through the wet juices. His body throbbed and the head of his penis seeped with his need.

Withdrawing his fingers, he grabbed his cock in his fist and guided the throbbing tip to her, knowing he wouldn’t last nearly as long as he needed or wanted to. He pressed his mushroom head against her passage, easing himself slowly, allowing their bodies to come together as one. Her chest rose and fell, her breathing ragged, matching his own. Soft, wispy moans escaped her mouth. Her juices flooded his cock as he slipped himself entirely inside of her.

She arched her back, grinding her hips against him, wrapping her legs around his hips. He took on a slow, easy thrust, in and out. Circling his hips, finding what she liked and needed. She matched his thrusts, lifting her hips, rotating, then grinding. He sucked in a breath, forcing his body to slow the fuck down.

She kneaded his ass cheeks, pulling him close as she ground against him. Her breaths were faster. Her moans rooted through him.

Her pussy clenched around his cock, and this encouraged him to go faster. Harder. Pounding her, bodies slapping together. A crescendo built like a high rise of concrete and glass reaching through the clouds up in the sky, pleasure increasing. He wanted this to continue until he knew she was completely sated and spent.

“I’m coming.” Her moaned words stole the last thread of control, and he pushed deeper, feeling the invisible rubber band pulling tighter, tingles spreading through his balls to the tip of his cock. Then his release came, and together, they climbed that mountain.